Clash of Man and Monster [ Typhon, The Father of Monsters vs. Caethir ]

[A Humble Servant]

The true characteristics of a man are shown in the middle of plight, where there is no room for facades in the heat of one's held breath. Verily, verily, the heart of man is not in the words they speak but the courage shown when adversity dares rear its head from around the corner. The peasantry under the wings of the Princedom of Caethir had certainly grown to respect its knights and scholars whom worked tirelessly to protect the peace of the realm that they had built from the very ground up.

With recent news of triumphs against those of their enemies, the commonfolk had risen to joyful cheers with bards and minstrels humming their tunes. They lived their lives just as they did any other day, albeit with a smile upon their faces . . . If only these peaceful times could last.

That singing and cheer is quickly drowned out by a singular guttural screech from a beast far away; runic etchings hidden within walls and trees had suddenly come alight and plunged the populace into a panic. A gaze beyond the kingdom walls revealed a great deal of beasts emerging from the woods, coming together in a unified frontal assault. . . It was heading straight for the Princedom of Caethir, the constant screeching alerting the knights and scholars to the dark spot moving across the sky itself, the flap of its wings denoting that of a monstrous size.

At it's forefront was the regal look of a man adorned by jewelry, a pair of vibrant grey wings yet dull in comparison to their other ilk-- The Faeling, Salvador, was seen leading the beasts. The constant ticking of their pocket watch brought a smile upon their lip, for the hour of their harrowing performance was soon to come.

Once more, the sound of an ear-piercing screech is heard as draconic wings descend.
The stage welcomes a Dragon to the battlefield.

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TYPHON, THE FATHER OF MONSTERS
VS
THE PRINCEDOM OF CAETHIR

RAID OBJECTIVE: Distraction, so that the Court of Ilumitar may be relieved of its secrets
RAID TYPE: Pillage
DATE: To Be Decided

[Shelpies]

Mercenaries begin gathering up as well, ranging from a myriad of species as they all ready up, marching not underneath the purported Father of Monsters but a very familiar ogre, believed even to be friends (or at least acquaintances) with one of the princes of Caethir and a few people within it.

Ogre Time has been contracted to join this raid, and with their recent expansion, it seems that they've started to pad out their numbers. The client? Typhon. The target? Caethir.

"NOTHING PERSONAL. IT'S JUST BUSINESS."

[Haseroth]

The patrols which streak along the paths of the line of watch towers which surround the borders of the princedom noticed it. Coreborating information which had been shared with the princes some months prior until the signs became undeniable. Horns were blown, and the crown called for its levies to be raised.

Thankfully, they were not caught unaware, not this time.. Soldiers began to equip themselves, drilling became more frequent, the carpenters laboured day in and out to ensure each sections of the castle walls were equipped with ballistas. A tool of war particularly useful for felling heavy hided beasts, the likes of which they knew they would soon face.

The clattering of hooves and smacking of metal, shouts and cries, many remained calm. Holding faith that their walls would hold them.. The people of the princedom had spent countless days fighting off attack after attack, this would surely be no different. Many had fallen in the face of adversity, but it would not be they. Countless readied themselves for what was to come, for the Reckoning ahead.

Objective: Beat Back the horde of monsters!
ETA: Saturday 1st of March 4 PM EST

[Callen200]

Many of Caethir prepare

For the Father of monsters to arrive yet.. theirs a faint heat in the air- the smell of occult looms in over Caethir faintly.

Many of the plants begin to degrade, the closer and closer the time comes many could notice.. its occult in its wake.

Looks like alot of fun- Now you can't leave me out can you? 

-Travesty

A Robber.. the leader of the Veil begins her ambush towards Caethir

Potions are made, weapons are forged and poisons are most certainly on the list

But one things for certain.. Nobody escapes the wrath of the Leader of the Veil


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Travesty will make her appearance at the War!


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